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Day 260: Shattered Reflections

TW: Abuse

Shattered glass lay at my feet,
each piece reflecting a moment,
a story of my first walk,
when you held me up,
my first word, uncle,
said into the phone
a fleeting smile.

So many pieces,
so much history
but I cannot make
them fit anymore.
Pieces broke so small
that shards are missing.

And though I try to
recreate it,
the re-formed picture
remains incomplete.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world

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